Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.